every story needs a beginning...
Introduction of the lead characters, and beginning of the plot. Enjoy!
The form mutters and stirs. Too early, the sun is too bright! Sun? It was just night a couple of minutes ago...
The form, that of a young girl--plain but cute with red pigtails and wide gray eyes--rolls over, nearly gashing open her side with a sword that somehow made its way to her.
A squeal of pain makes her jump up, sword in hand, though she's never used one in her life. Or has she? She'd been on so many planets, lived so many lives... Ah! Topic at hand!
"WAAAAH! MY FAAAACE!"
The girl's eyes veer upwards, to some girl sitting on a floating pile of dirt. The girl doesn't look to be in any immediate danger, but the new girl decides to question anyway, "Are you alright?"
"OF COURSE NOT! My beautiful face is turning all crispy!"
Little newbie extreme snorts, trying to hold in a laugh. The girl's face is neither beautiful nor crispy, but she continues on anyway, "Anything I can do to help?"
"NO!... Well, maybe! Go over to the hill over there, and ask the old hag for my mirror. She should stop stealing it!"
The girl laughs into her hand that isn't holding the sowrd, and marches toward the hill that cannot be ten steps away. If the girl can float around on a clump of dirt, why can't she float her sorry self on over to get her mirror? No bother, really. Just silly.
"Excuse me!" The girl calls out, while scaling a rope ladder to the woman in the dress. She looks like anything but a hag. "That nasty little girl says she needs some mirror from you."
The woman looks her over, and smiles, looking very sad despite the grin. "Of course she does... she 'loses' it all the time, and bothers nice new travellers such as yourself to bring it to her. She'll just lose it again..."
The girl bites her lip, unsure of what to say to this, and luckily, she doesn't need to plan some great thing anyway. The woman speaks up, looking very lost in her own world.
"Such an ungrateful girl... While I gave up my life for her, my dreams... Oh young one.." The girl smirks at this, but says nothing, "I wonder, if you could... I mean... It'd be an honour if you could live out my dreams for me... I'm bound here, and..."
The girl sighs heavily. She'd been through this before, in one of her past incarnations. Usually they were old housewives (and househusbands, if you can believe that) who wished nothing more than to see the world. Which was probably a GREAT dream for them, but she'd seen the cosmos, flown through clusters of stars, and ridden on the backs of dinosaurs. Oh well, maybe it'd make things interesting this time... Maybe..? "Sure...! Anything to help someone who puts up with THAT!" She hears herself laughing, unsure of why she agreed so quickly. Oh well.
The woman's eyes sparkle, and she whips a hand out from under her somewhat ragged robes. She flicks her wrist in the direction of the still whining floaty girl, who instantly becomes encased in a giant crystal. Little puffs of steam generate off the surface, leading the girl to believe it is actually ice. "Right then! Well, we can't have you taking on one's dynasty looking like this, now shall we?"
The girl stares long and hard at this woman. Just moments before, she was acting demure and almost depressed, and now she is talking like some member of a royal party. What the..?
"Of course not! Do you have a name, girl?"
"Uh..."
"Hardly a fitting name for my new heir!" Heir..? "No no no, indeed not. From here on out, you will be my dear ... PRINGLE!" ...Pringle..? "HAHAHA! Kidding, young one! You should have seen your face though. It was darling! No, you will be... SILABUS!"
Before the girl can argue that she does already indeed have a name, (though this is a lie and she just doesn't want a name with the word 'bus' in it,) the world manages to flicker out and go black. Crud.
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Whistling and tossing a pouch of coins from hand to hand, the boy-thief seems happy enough. The sun is setting in Kerning City, with the purple light catching off his shiny new goggles. He flicks his brand new blue shades, and grins. Today was a grand day indeed!
"Hey! Wait! K--Ko--Kohhi!!" a frienzied panting voice screeches out towards him. Ah great, yep, fantastic day indeed. Panting to match his breathing, a younger, much smaller boy pulls up alongside the happy-a-minute-ago theif. His dusty robes indictate he is a mage, albeit a poor one. What an odd combonation. The looks otherwise are about dead-on, though. Both dark complextions, both with insanely bright green eyes, they could almost be brothers. Almost.
"What is it, Kehki? I was about to go home..." ...to that little level 18 archer, prrrowl... he thinks to himself.
"Just... you GOTTA see this! I don't think anyone else has seen her yet. And she's so PRETTY!" The short mage ambles off quickly, not stopping to see if his elder twin follows. He does anyway, as the smaller of the two figured and hoped.
The pair stop at a pile of old newspapers, leaving the elder of the two confused. Who reads newspapers anymore? While he thinks his mind-boggling thoughts, the younger boy pushes away some of the paper piles, to reveal a rather pale girl, clothed in mostly translucsent green and gold robes. All thoughts of the young archer find themselves banished, while the bandit-boy croutches down to inspect this little wonder. "She's gotta be at least level 40... maybe even 50s... Why is she here? She should be in Nath or..." He stops, and puts a hand to the younger boy's mouth, though he hasn't said anything. The girl stirs, then moans, rubbing at her head.
Before she can come to her senses, the two boys run off in opposite directions. In case anything bad has happened to the girl, neither wants to have the blame tossed on them...
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"Sweet barbeque honey dip, what the hell just happened..." The girl--Silabus, right..--mumbles, and stretches out. Finding the ground not the most comfy thing in the world, she forces herself into a sitting position, before finally standing. Wobbly at first, she grasps onto a dusty pile of papers, and sneezes with the entailing duststorm.
Once capable of breathing, she stumbles her way out into the world, unaware of how everyone is looking at her. Or maybe she just doesn't care. Yet...
The form mutters and stirs. Too early, the sun is too bright! Sun? It was just night a couple of minutes ago...
The form, that of a young girl--plain but cute with red pigtails and wide gray eyes--rolls over, nearly gashing open her side with a sword that somehow made its way to her.
A squeal of pain makes her jump up, sword in hand, though she's never used one in her life. Or has she? She'd been on so many planets, lived so many lives... Ah! Topic at hand!
"WAAAAH! MY FAAAACE!"
The girl's eyes veer upwards, to some girl sitting on a floating pile of dirt. The girl doesn't look to be in any immediate danger, but the new girl decides to question anyway, "Are you alright?"
"OF COURSE NOT! My beautiful face is turning all crispy!"
Little newbie extreme snorts, trying to hold in a laugh. The girl's face is neither beautiful nor crispy, but she continues on anyway, "Anything I can do to help?"
"NO!... Well, maybe! Go over to the hill over there, and ask the old hag for my mirror. She should stop stealing it!"
The girl laughs into her hand that isn't holding the sowrd, and marches toward the hill that cannot be ten steps away. If the girl can float around on a clump of dirt, why can't she float her sorry self on over to get her mirror? No bother, really. Just silly.
"Excuse me!" The girl calls out, while scaling a rope ladder to the woman in the dress. She looks like anything but a hag. "That nasty little girl says she needs some mirror from you."
The woman looks her over, and smiles, looking very sad despite the grin. "Of course she does... she 'loses' it all the time, and bothers nice new travellers such as yourself to bring it to her. She'll just lose it again..."
The girl bites her lip, unsure of what to say to this, and luckily, she doesn't need to plan some great thing anyway. The woman speaks up, looking very lost in her own world.
"Such an ungrateful girl... While I gave up my life for her, my dreams... Oh young one.." The girl smirks at this, but says nothing, "I wonder, if you could... I mean... It'd be an honour if you could live out my dreams for me... I'm bound here, and..."
The girl sighs heavily. She'd been through this before, in one of her past incarnations. Usually they were old housewives (and househusbands, if you can believe that) who wished nothing more than to see the world. Which was probably a GREAT dream for them, but she'd seen the cosmos, flown through clusters of stars, and ridden on the backs of dinosaurs. Oh well, maybe it'd make things interesting this time... Maybe..? "Sure...! Anything to help someone who puts up with THAT!" She hears herself laughing, unsure of why she agreed so quickly. Oh well.
The woman's eyes sparkle, and she whips a hand out from under her somewhat ragged robes. She flicks her wrist in the direction of the still whining floaty girl, who instantly becomes encased in a giant crystal. Little puffs of steam generate off the surface, leading the girl to believe it is actually ice. "Right then! Well, we can't have you taking on one's dynasty looking like this, now shall we?"
The girl stares long and hard at this woman. Just moments before, she was acting demure and almost depressed, and now she is talking like some member of a royal party. What the..?
"Of course not! Do you have a name, girl?"
"Uh..."
"Hardly a fitting name for my new heir!" Heir..? "No no no, indeed not. From here on out, you will be my dear ... PRINGLE!" ...Pringle..? "HAHAHA! Kidding, young one! You should have seen your face though. It was darling! No, you will be... SILABUS!"
Before the girl can argue that she does already indeed have a name, (though this is a lie and she just doesn't want a name with the word 'bus' in it,) the world manages to flicker out and go black. Crud.
_*_*_*_*_*_
Whistling and tossing a pouch of coins from hand to hand, the boy-thief seems happy enough. The sun is setting in Kerning City, with the purple light catching off his shiny new goggles. He flicks his brand new blue shades, and grins. Today was a grand day indeed!
"Hey! Wait! K--Ko--Kohhi!!" a frienzied panting voice screeches out towards him. Ah great, yep, fantastic day indeed. Panting to match his breathing, a younger, much smaller boy pulls up alongside the happy-a-minute-ago theif. His dusty robes indictate he is a mage, albeit a poor one. What an odd combonation. The looks otherwise are about dead-on, though. Both dark complextions, both with insanely bright green eyes, they could almost be brothers. Almost.
"What is it, Kehki? I was about to go home..." ...to that little level 18 archer, prrrowl... he thinks to himself.
"Just... you GOTTA see this! I don't think anyone else has seen her yet. And she's so PRETTY!" The short mage ambles off quickly, not stopping to see if his elder twin follows. He does anyway, as the smaller of the two figured and hoped.
The pair stop at a pile of old newspapers, leaving the elder of the two confused. Who reads newspapers anymore? While he thinks his mind-boggling thoughts, the younger boy pushes away some of the paper piles, to reveal a rather pale girl, clothed in mostly translucsent green and gold robes. All thoughts of the young archer find themselves banished, while the bandit-boy croutches down to inspect this little wonder. "She's gotta be at least level 40... maybe even 50s... Why is she here? She should be in Nath or..." He stops, and puts a hand to the younger boy's mouth, though he hasn't said anything. The girl stirs, then moans, rubbing at her head.
Before she can come to her senses, the two boys run off in opposite directions. In case anything bad has happened to the girl, neither wants to have the blame tossed on them...
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"Sweet barbeque honey dip, what the hell just happened..." The girl--Silabus, right..--mumbles, and stretches out. Finding the ground not the most comfy thing in the world, she forces herself into a sitting position, before finally standing. Wobbly at first, she grasps onto a dusty pile of papers, and sneezes with the entailing duststorm.
Once capable of breathing, she stumbles her way out into the world, unaware of how everyone is looking at her. Or maybe she just doesn't care. Yet...